Yesterday, I had more private fishing access, this time from a coastal waitress. I caught 8 Dolly Varden trout from 14 to 22 inches, and one hen steelhead without seeing other anglers. I saw a big eagle. The eagle and an old snag reminded me of fishing two years ago with 70-plus-year-old Mike, a retired Portand, Oregon-area football coach. "I left a big steelhead in that old snag upriver," he bragged.
"Do you mean the one with the eagle's nest?" I joked. Mike had the expression of a man whose foot just discovered a nail through his new Simms Waders. Then he almost cracked a smile. Then he did crack a smile.
This reminds me of the story I heard from a local kid on another river about why people in his town had fuzzy wooly hair. He said long ago people in the area used sheep stomach condoms. I researched and saw, yes, early condoms were made from sheep intestines and stomachs. I guess the kid put two and two together. Score one for riverside creativity.
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